Fresh Poulp

It was Tuesday evening my wife and I were relaxing in front of the television. Rich, a friend of mine called. After a short conversation, I set the phone down and sais to my wife,
“Rich has some tickets to a Devil Rays game Saturday. If we have no plans, I’d like to go along.”
“I have no plans. Go ahead. It might be fun.”
Looking at my wife, I relayed the whole itinerary, “Were going to leave Friday evening, grab a hotel and catch a game on Saturday and Sunday. We should be home around six on Sunday.”
Friday at four Rich pulled up. As I got in his Durango, he said,
“One more stop to pick up Mike and Ted and we’ll be on our way.”
Pulling into a driveway at a nice house in Longwood, Rich went to the door. A few minutes later I saw two guys following Rich down the driveway.
“This is Mike and this is Ted.”
Pointing to me Rich said, “This is Ken. We used to work together years and years ago.”
Mike sat behind me. Mike is slim with a balding head on top. I guessed him to be in his mid thirties. As he threw his bag in the back I looked at Ted. I guessed him to be in his mid to late twenties. He was tall and muscular.
After everyone was settled in Rich got on I-4 and drove west to Tampa. We stopped in Lakeland for dinner. The rest of the drive seemed to go by fast. Between dinner and the drive down the interstate, I got to know Mike and Ted.
After checking in to our hotel, we watched a little Braves baseball on TBS. Reaching for the phone book, Ted said, “Let’s go find a strip club and have a little fun.”
Trying to find a way to say no, Mike said, “I don’t know.”
In a kidding manner Rich said, “What’s the matter Mike, your wife wouldn’t approve?”
“No that’s not it, I’m just afraid of getting horny and not being able to do anything about.”
We watched a couple of more innings of the brave’s game, when Rich looked at me and asked, “Hey Ken You want to hit a couple of clubs?” I answered, “Sure as long as we are back by midnight. It has been a long week.”
With me and Rich being in our forties, it seemed like we were the elders of the group. Maybe we should have known better.
Getting into Rich’s car, we left. At the first club Rich handed me the keys. I knew what he wanted, and didn’t mind being the designated driver. We hit four clubs. It was a fun evening. At twelve twenty I set my sprite down, and suggested we head back to the hotel. Everyone agreed and we left.
Walking in the door, I opened the beer I bought on the way back. Leaning against the headboard I turned on sportscenter. I changed out of my jeans into a pair of comfortable shorts. As everyone started to relax, Ted shocked me when he said,
“Oh man there was some beautiful women tonight, I am so horny, I’d pay some one for a blow job.”
What shocked me even more was that I was thinking about taking him up on his offer. I had to stop myself. I have had a curiosity about checking out my bisexual side since high school. Once in high school two friends and I jacked off together. We later talked about what it would be like to suck a cock, but we never went through with it.
Interrupting my thoughts, I heard Mike say with a giggle, “See I knew we shouldn’t have gone.”
I couldn’t believe what I said next. Before thinking I said to Ted,
“I’ll give you a blow job.”
He got up off the other bed and walked towards me. Rich started to say something, then just got off the bed. Mike and Rich joined Ted in getting undressed as if they were going to join in. Wondering what I got myself into I said,
“Hey I think I miss spoke. I was just curious what it’s like to give some one a blow job. I spoke before thinking. I will do it as long as what happens here stays here.”
Everyone agreed. I slid off the bed. I got comfortable on my knees. Rich was in front of me, Ted was on my right and Mike was on my left. Since Ted brought up the idea, I leaned towards him first. His cock was 7 inches and thick. Looking at it inches from my face. I was getting turned on thinking about what I was about to do. Massaging his thigh and moving my hand to his balls, I started to open my mouth. Taking him to the back of my throat I started moving my mouth faster while continuing to play with his balls. After sucking Ted deep long and hard several more times, I moved to Rich.
I was mesmerized by the situation. Rich had a seven inch cock. His balls were large and drooped low. I licked the large mushroomed head. Grabbing the base, I took his cock in my mouth. I moved both hands to his ass as I sucked him deep. His hairy butt cheeks felt odd as I pushed his mid section closer. I felt his hand on the back of my head and heard him moan. I moved one of my hands to massage his balls and took him deep in my mouth. As I felt his pubic hairs touching my nose, I realized someone was left out. I sucked Rich a couple of more times then moved to Mike.
Moving to Mike, I looked at his red pubic hair, then looked at his cock. It was 7 inches or so and thick. I started to suck his cock. As the tip hit the back of my throat, I started playing with his balls and cock at the base. The more I continued my first cock sucking session the more I wanted to see cum shoot all over my goatee. I was getting more excited and started going faster on Mike’s cock.
Reaching a hand over to Ted’s cock, I was startled to feel his hand already there. I moved to my right and started sucking Ted’s cock. My jaw was getting sore, but I was anxious to see some one spurt cum my way. Grabbing the base of his cock, I took him deep. Going faster up and down on his cock I started playing with his balls. I could hear him moan, then I felt him put his hand at the back of my head. He pushed my head then moaned again. I could tell he was close. I felt his cum at the back of my throat, then moved back to take it on the chin. Feeling his cum mixed in my goatee was all I thought it would be.
As he stepped back I moved over to Rich. With Rich and Mike waiting for me finish them, I started again with vigor. I sucked Rich’s cock deep and fast, playing with the base and his balls. I started switching between Rich and Mike. I was using my hands more to give my jaw a rest. Going back to using my mouth, I started paying a lot of attention to Mike. Feeling his cock in my mouth made me hot. He started to moan then I felt him spurt. I felt his cum hit my tongue, and pulled his cock out of my mouth to add some more cum to my goatee.
Rich moved to the bed. I crawled next to him. I went back to sucking his cock and fondling his balls. I looked at him. He had his eyes closed. Going back to what I was doing I started sucking his cock deeper and faster. I sensed he was about to cum and started playing with his balls more. With his cock head hitting the back of my throat, I ran a finger between his balls and his butt. As he moaned, I felt his cum at the back of my throat. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and masturbated the rest all over my chin and cheek.
I rolled on my back on the bed. Looking at the other bed, Mike and Ted were asleep. I wanted to get up and take a shower, but it felt good to just lie there and relax. I was some where between asleep and being groggy, when I felt my shorts coming off. I started to look down to see who was undressing me, then decided to just wait to see what was going to happen without looking. Lying there naked, I felt a mouth on my slowly growing cock. Realizing there was a lot of precum from earlier, I wondered what he was thinking.
Oh it felt so good. I was close and was going to warn him when I started to shoot my cum in his mouth. I looked down to see Rich pulling off my cock. More sticky cum dribbled out onto my thigh. I slid off the bed and went to the bathroom. I took a long hot shower. I started to wonder what I had done. I enjoyed it, but I was afraid of someone else finding out. I put the worries of my wife and someone else finding out and finished my shower.
I grabbed a small piece of sheet and blanket next to Rich. Even though I didn’t get to bed until after 1:30, I was up by 7:00. Everyone else was still asleep. I grabbed a pair of shorts, a tank top and some sandals and went to the lobby for the continental breakfast.
After some coffee, a doughnut and a small bowl of cereal, I went back to the room. Back at the room everyone was awake. Ted was in the shower. Mike was dressed and ready to get some breakfast. Rich was awake, but still in bed. Everyone seemed to act as if nothing happened last night.
After breakfast, we swam in the pool and relaxed until the game. The devil rays lost, but it was close. We enjoyed the game. After a stop at Hooters, we bought some beer and went back to the hotel. We swam in the pool and relaxed at the pool area until late into the evening. Still no one mention last night. We were having fun. I guess that was all that mattered. I was kind of concerned that they might think different of me.
We moved the party to the room. After we all showered and dried off, we relaxed in front of a game on television. Ted and I were sitting at the table near the door, Mike was on one bed and Rich was on the other bed. During a commercial Mike looked at me and asked,
“What was it like sucking cock?”
I was surprised at the question. I waited to think about my answer. Finally I said,
“I don’t know how to describe it. I guess if I had to I’d say it was just the feeling of doing something for someone and once you get over the feeling it’s wrong, it’s fun.”
I knew that description wasn’t going to work; so after thinking a minute or two I said,
“Someone once told just look at it as licking pussy. You are trying to do something for someone to make them feel good. To actually describe it there are some things that are hard to describe.”
Ted looked at Mike and said,
“If you really want to know try it.”
Ted was quiet. I could tell he was thinking.
I was about to volunteer to let him try it on my half erect cock when Ted stood up, took off his shorts and said; “I’ll be your guinea pig.”
Mike went to his knees in front of Ted. A little timid, he licked the under side of the large head. He was hesitant to put it in his mouth. Touching Ted’s cock, Mike looked like a kid with a new toy. I was mesmerized watching Mike. He moved Ted’s balls with his fingers then moved closer opening his mouth. He slowly moved his mouth up and down on Ted’s cock. I was waiting for Mike to move back and quit, but he seemed to get into it.
I looked across the room at Rich. He had taken his shorts off and was playing with himself. He was watching intently. I thought about going over there, but I was too comfortable watching Mike.
Looking back at Mike, he was really getting into it. He had his hands on Ted’s hips and butt cheeks, while he was sucking his cock. He was going deeper and faster, then moved a hand to the base of Ted’s cock. He was pulling hard on Ted’s cock in rhythm with his mouth. Ted moaned and said,
“I’m cuming”
Mike moved back and masturbating Ted’s cock harder, Ted shot cum all over Mike’s chest, neck and shoulder.
I looked at Mike and in a joking manner said,
“Now describe what you just did,”
Mike went, “Er uh”
After a moment to think he said,
“I know what you mean. It’s hard to describe. I also agree once you get over the initial feelings of it being wrong it can really be fun, but I wasn’t about to swallow like you did.”
Mike laid down. Still standing next to the bed with cum dripping from his cock, Ted crawled on the bed next to mike. Leaning over Mike’s small frame Ted started sucking Mike’s cock. As I watched him going up and down I thought it was a strange sight Ted’s large muscular body on top of mike.
Looking at Rich, I went and sat on the foot of the bed near his legs. Moving his hands I started playing with his large thick cock. I played with and massaged his balls while watching Ted on the other bed. I was in no hurry I was just touching and playing; while enjoying the scene on the other bed. Ted sucked Mike deeper and harder while masturbating his cock at the base. He was working with energy like he wanted to see Mike cum. Watching Mike’s face I knew he was close. Ted sensed it also and pulled his mouth off his cock as Mike came all over Ted’s hand and Mike’s cock.
I leaned over and started sucking Rich. With a hand on the base of his cock, I was enjoying the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. While sucking him, I would move my hand from his cock to his balls and back often. I was sucking Rich hard and fast when I felt something behind me.
I stopped. I’ve never been fucked in the ass and was afraid it might hurt. I turned around to see Mike. He sensed my objection and said, “Just relax I won’t do anything you will not enjoy.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant; so I said, “Just don’t do anything I have not done before.”
Mike said okay and continued rubbing his cock around my butt and balls. Feeling I could trust him I continued sucking on Rich. I heard him moan. I went faster and deeper. I really enjoyed when it touched the back of my throat. Mike’s cock felt weird. It was wet from his cum. He was moving it around the tip of my tight hole and balls. He was moving fast trying to meet my rhythm on Rich.
My mind was swirling. I was enjoying what I was doing to Rich. I was anxious about what Mike was doing. I was curious about what it would feel like if he entered me, but I was also cared it would hurt. My thoughts were interrupted when Rich came. He shot his load at the back of my throat. I continued up and down trying to drain every drop. At the same time I was playing hard at the base of his cock.
Sensing Rich was cumin, Mike stopped near my tight ass hole. He slowly entered. With only the tip inside me he stopped. As I started to move, he pulled away. I laid on my back near Rich. Mike moved his hand to my cock. After masturbating it a couple of times he moved his mouth onto my cock. It didn’t take long, and I was cumming. Mike stayed there swallowing every drop. After he licked me clean, he went to the cooler for a beer.
We watched an old movie and went to sleep. The following morning we had relaxed in the pool before breakfast. Rich and Ted were in the front for the drive to the ball game. Stopping at the front desk they both got out to handle the hotel bill.
Mike looked at me and said,
“I don’t think anyone knew I entered your ass last night. Let’s keep that our little secret.”
“Yeah I don’t think anyone else needs to know.”
We enjoyed the game and went home. On the way home Rich called his wife on his cell phone. They were all at dinner at Chili’s. She said the girls spent the weekend together. When Rich hung up and told us, all of our minds were wondering what went on while we were gone.

In early September I started my studies at the university in Stockholm. I rented a room in the city but felt lonely during the first week so I decided to go home for the weekend. The start of my courses was slow.
On Friday afternoon I went to my father’s office to catch a ride home. Miss Boman greeted me warmly. She hugged me, a full body hug that had to be short because of the lack of privacy. I hadn’t seen her since the weekend at the island. Her voluptuous body was as lovely as I remembered and she was very sweet.
She told me that my father had to work all weekend with Miss Anderson but that they would do it at our home. “He has done it before,” she said with a wink I didn’t understand.
Just then a woman arrived and I was introduced to her. It was Miss Anderson, a tall slender woman with thick dark hair. After a few words we waited in silence for my father to be ready to go. She looked me over now and then smiling sweetly for no obvious reason.
I didn’t know Miss Anderson, had never met her, but I had heard her name when father and mother discussed work. Suddenly it occurred to me that I had heard her name in the discussion between mother and Miss Boman. Wasn’t she the woman who had introduced my brother on a similar occasion being at our home working with my father? Was that what Miss Boman had meant with her wink? I suddenly got excited.
On the ride home she and father talked about the work and analyses they had to do. I understood that it was some kind of investment they should put forward to the board. Already directly after dinner father and Miss Anderson started to work. I chatted with mother who wanted to know everything about my studies and my new life.
On the following day the weather was cloudy but still nicely warm. Miss Anderson and father worked hard all day with breaks only for meals. I was expected to do gardening work as usual. Mother helped but only a little because she was also busy cocking. In late afternoon I felt lonely. Maybe I had expected something nice to happen. I went to the lake to swim but it was no fun being all alone.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened after dinner. Father and Miss Anderson were busy until late and mother and I were chatting.
Breakfast on the Sunday was as always late and I slept until then. Also Miss Anderson had obviously overslept and came to breakfast in a teddy robe. But she had had time to fix her make up and hair and looked very nice. They started to work directly after breakfast.
I walked around not knowing what to do. All of a sudden I didn’t feel really at home any more. Some of my stuff was moved to my room in the city as were most of my books.
“Hi Eric,” mother called after a while. “Why don’t you go and look for mushrooms. I have heard that there are plenty this year. And it’s just the right time. I certainly could use some for dinner.”
Why not, I thought. I liked walking in the wood and I knew a few places where mushrooms often grew.
I got a basket and set off. It was very nice in the wood. The clouds were gone and the air was warm. The sun filtered through the trees. I had to walk some distance to come to the best places but it was worth it. There were plenty of fine mushrooms.
After a couple of hours the basket was filled and I went back.
I came out of the wood by the lake. I was warm and suddenly wanted to swim. The weather was fine and the water still warm.
I walked along the shore to our bathing place. I came from the back and had to walk around to get to the entrance. I turned inside and stopped dead in my track.
Somebody was already there lying on her back with her feet towards me. My first thought was that it was my mother. Had to be. Miss Anderson was working with my father. My second thought was that it couldn’t be mother. She wasn’t dark and this woman certainly was dark. My third thought was that it must be Miss Anderson after all. Only then did it occur to me that the woman must be stark naked. A thickset of dark hair grew on her mons. Further away I saw breasts falling slightly to the sides but being firm enough to form two cupolas with chimneys on top.
The woman suddenly startled and rose on her elbows. She looked at me, shocked at first but she quickly calmed down.
“Oh, it’s you Eric. Hi. You scared me, I didn’t hear you coming. I thought it might have been Mr. Eriksson. That hadn’t been appropriate, not appropriate at all.”
“Oh, I am sorry, Miss Anderson. I didn’t know that you were here,” I said.
“Oh, no need to be sorry. It’s nice that you got here. It got a bit lonely,” Miss Anderson said while rolling over on her stomach. “No, no, don’t go away. It doesn’t bother me that I am naked. Does it bother you?”
“Uh, well, not at all,” I stammered. But of course it bothered me. I had got an instant erection from the sight of Miss Anderson. But eventually she saved me; only that it had to get worse before it got better.
“Well, I guess that you came for a swim. Go on then. . . Ah, you are concerned about that you don’t have any trunks. Well, I don’t mind if you swim in the nude so just go ahead. In fact I think I will join you. I don’t like swimming on my own so I haven’t done it yet.”
Miss Anderson rose. Her breasts swung lovely when she approached me and her pussy thatch was luxurious, thick and spreading wide over her lower belly. When she passed me her full, round buttocks bounced and moved on its own. She slowly climbed down the ladder. She stood for a while looking at me before she let go of the ladder and plunged into the water.
I was quick as lightning to get out of my clothes and into the water. Once there I felt safe.
We swam around for a while. Then she got playful, starting to splash water and wanting to be chased. She teased me and suddenly she jumped up on my back. I felt her breasts press against me and when she hooked her legs around my waist I felt her thick bush against my back. I liked it although I didn’t dare to touch her except for a few times when I grabbed her thighs and buttocks for support.
Eventually the next problem came. Miss Anderson went up the ladder onto the jetty. She had a marvelous ass that rolled very nicely when she climbed up. I got hard again and stayed in the water. After a while Miss Anderson came back to look for me. She stood erect, her naked body in full view looking gorgeous. Tall, ample firm breasts with hard nipples, narrow waist, long legs that ended in the black thick bush and an amazing, round ass.
“Are you going to stay there all day,” she called. “Come on up, I want company. . . .Oh, I see, you are concerned because you have an erection and don’t want me to see it. . . . But I want to see it. It makes me proud that you get an erection when you see me. If you hadn’t I had felt old and rejected. So come on up and join me. Don’t be shy.”
She went away from the ladder and sat down with her back against the wind shield. I quickly went up and sat down at her side trying to hide my hard cock. She smiled sweetly and started to talk about a movie she had seen.
We sat chatting for a while. Well, she did most of the talking. I looked at her as innocently as I could. She noticed it of course and now and then she flashed me a smile.
Suddenly she put a hand on my thigh.
“God, I am so horny. Always is when not getting a good lay on the Saturday night. Would you like to fuck?” she asked casually. Our eyes met and she smiled mischievously.
“Oh, uh, well, yes I . . . yes very much,” I stammered.
“Splendid, lovely, I thought you might,” she said giggling and moved her hand to my semi hard cock. “Oh, by the way, you have been with a woman before, haven’t you?”
“Uh, uh . . . well yes I have,” I said both embarrassed and proud at the same time.
“Well, I thought you had. Splendid, I don’t feel like teaching today. When I am horny like this I want a good fuck. Come here, I want to neck first.” She smiled sweetly and tugged at my arm.
I moved over and hugged her and our mouths met in a kiss. She tasted sweet and our tongues twisted. She sucked my tongue deep into her mouth and held it there with her teeth for a while. I found her breasts and she groaned when I caressed them.
She slid down on her back and pulled me down at her side. I caressed her body and sifted through her rich pussy hair. She pulled me close again and wanted to kiss. I lifted myself up on one arm and kissed her sticking my tongue deep inside her mouth and licking all around the inside. She moaned and opened her mouth for a throaty laugh.
I kissed her face, neck and shoulders before I thoroughly kissed and licked her breasts and nibbled on her big brown nipples. They got hard and grew substantially.
I got up on my knees and kissed my way down to her navel where I started to lick. Further down her bush blocked my sight and I made a path through it to reach her slit. When I entered her valley she groaned again and started to fondle my cock and balls. I went deeper in her valley and she jumped when I flicked over her clit. She lifted her knees and spread her thighs. She lay wide open.
I moved to kneel between her legs facing her and looked at the lovely sight of her open slit and crack. Her dark brown ass hole contracted nervously when I blow air on it. I started to kiss and lick her from clit to ass hole. She cried out when I flicked over her clit. I put my tongue as deep as I could in her wet pussy moving in and out. She laughed deeply and held my head for a while to keep me there. I freed myself and continued my licking. Unexpectedly I probed her ass hole with my tongue which made her grunt. I went on kissing and licking along her slit. Miss Anderson’s ass bounced up and down. I gave her clit a good licking at each turn and went into her pussy and ass hole in between.
Her ass bounced wildly when I focused on the upper part of her slit and especially on her clit. She groaned and suddenly clamped her thighs around my head holding me close to her pussy. My tongue was free to lick her clit though and she screamed when I did and arched her back raising her pelvis against me. She kept that position for a while before sinking down and releasing my head.
She panted hard and I moved to her side again fondling her breasts. I searched for her mouth and she willingly engaged in a deep kiss.
“Oh Eric, splendid, lovely, I liked that. How would you like to fuck?” Miss Anderson wasn’t a woman of many words.
There was no doubt what I wanted to do.
“Oh yes, I know what I should want. You have such a tremendous ass. I want to take you from behind, Miss Anderson.”
“Well yes, that won’t be a problem. An excellent choice I would say. Standing or kneeling? I prefer kneeling but you have earned the right to make the choice,” she said laughing throatily.
“Oh, kneeling is fine with me. But . . . well . . . yes, may I ask you to do something first, Miss Anderson?”
“Yes, be my guest. Do you want me to suck you?” She said and took hold of my cock. “Well, not that it needs it to be functional but perhaps for your pleasure?”
“Well, that would certainly be nice too but what I really want is to see your ass bounce when you move and fondle it before you go down on all fours, Miss Anderson, please.”
Miss Anderson laughed deeply when she rose. She moved around on the limited space and made sure to show her ass. She made it bounce heavily with exaggerated movements of her hips. Suddenly she stopped in front of me. “Better put this on,” she said and held a condom forward. “Let me help you, I like to do it. And I can make sure it’s properly in place,” she said giggling and knelt at my side doing it swiftly.
“Now come on, fondle me and take me. I can’t wait any longer to fuck. I want your cock in my pussy now,” Miss Anderson said spinning around pushing her ass in my hands. “Oh yes . . . yes . . . rougher please, squeeze them hard,” she cried when I fondled her ass and opened her crack.
“Now, come and take me. Fuck me,” she shouted and quickly positioned herself on all fours. “Come forward, oh yes, I feel it, no, not in the ass, the pussy was the choice. Ah yes, there it is.”
Miss Anderson talked me into her pussy and sighed heavily when I entered her wet hole. I started to fuck her the way Miss Boman and Mrs. Lundin had taught me. I varied the pace and length of the strokes and fondled Miss Anderson’s breasts. She grunted when I banged hard into her but didn’t try to avoid my thrusts. On the contrary. The harder I banged her, the more fiercely she met me.
When I felt the first tingling in my loins I remembered to start massaging her clit. She jumped when I first did it and groaned. I increased caressing her breasts and clit and changed to short rapid strokes before I started to come. I spurted several times in her pussy before she cried out, a single high pitch cry that she kept for an eternity. Her pussy cramped around my cock holding me very tight.
We stayed in our positions, Miss Anderson on all fours and I kneeling behind her until I slipped out of her pussy. I sat back and looked at her great reddening ass. I started to caress her backside from the small of her back over her ass and down her thighs. I squeezed her ass cheeks when passing. Miss Boman stood steady on all fours and pressed back against my caressing hands. She moaned of pleasure when I also started to fondle her inner thighs and sliding over her pussy and through her ass crack. I kept on fondling her.
I felt her pussy quiver and on an impulse put a finger inside the wet opening. Miss Anderson moaned and I felt the heart beats in her pussy. I let another finger accompany the first pushing it all the way inside. She grunted and her pussy closed around my fingers. I moved around in her slippery pussy pressing on the walls. Suddenly a spasm went through her body and she tensed.
“Oh, yes, that’s good. Caress me there, please, please, oh yes.” Miss Anderson pressed back against my hand and her pussy quivered.
I massaged the inside of her pussy and Miss Anderson groaned of pleasure. She had spread her knees and was wide open for me to see and fondle. I caressed her ass and thighs with my free hand. Her ass hole was slightly open. I got an idea and put my index finger at her puckered hole and pressed. She was taken by surprise and my finger slipped inside up to the knuckle. Miss Anderson grunted and swayed forward but then pushed back again. My fingers were separated by a thin membrane but worked together now. I massaged the spot she had indicated in her pussy and finger fucked her ass hole. She moaned more and more until she cried out and her pussy and ass tightened around my fingers. She stiffened and her scream came as a relief for her. Her inside pulsed around my fingers.
After a while she moved forward pulling herself free from my fingers. She sighed heavily and turned and hugged me.
“That was really nice. Thanks,” she said in her restrained way. “Come, let’s take a swim.”
We swam and she was playful. This time I could take part without being afraid to touch her and it was real nice to have her all over me.
Everything has to end, though and I went back home with my mushrooms.
Mother was in the garden and met me.
“Oh, there you are. Did you find any mushrooms?. . . So many, well done. They will be nice for dinner. Have you been swimming as well, your hair is wet?”
“Yes, I took a swim on the way back,” I said.
“Did you se Miss Anderson? Was she at the lake?” Mother asked.
“Yes, yes she was there. She will be back in a while,” I said.
At the same instant I saw my swim trunks hanging on the clothes-line since the day before. I looked away immediately but saw that mother had seen them as well. She saw that I saw that she had seen them.
“Did you have a good time?” She asked smilingly looking at me with her know-it-all gaze. “Let me have the mushrooms, thank you for getting them,” she added.
In the afternoon Miss Anderson again worked with my father. I was left on my own.
Dinner was very nice. My father was in a very good mood and joyful. The report was ready and he was pleased with it. He praised Miss Anderson for her good work. She beamed silently. They all praised my mush rooms.
After dinner Miss Anderson said that she wanted to take a walk in the woods but that she was afraid to get lost. Was there a map or something?
“No map, I am afraid,” mother said. “But I am sure that Erik will show you around. Erik, you ought to take Miss Anderson up to our hill with a view. There is still time to see the sunset. We even have a bench up there.”
“That sounds lovely. Erik, will you take me there?” Miss Anderson asked.
“Yes of course. I haven’t been there for a long time. It will be nice.” I was more than willing to go with her.
“Fine then. Give me a few minutes to get ready,” Miss Anderson said and went to her room.
Well, it took at least ten minutes before she was back and we set off. We walked mostly in silence.
We climbed the hill and sat down on the bench. The sky was clear and the last rays from the sun warmed us. Miss Anderson moved close to me and pulled my arm around her waist. When the sun touched the horizon she put her head on my shoulder and sighed. The sun slowly but steadily sank below the horizon giving a fantastic scenery on the sky. The sunglow made the sky reddish.
“Wanna fuck?” Miss Anderson suddenly said. Very direct, no preliminaries.
“Oh, well yes of course. I would love to,” I stammered.” Here and now?”
“Yes of course. I was thinking about how well you did me this morning and got horny,” Miss Anderson said and laughed deeply.
“I got the impression this morning that you liked my ass?” She said after a while
Miss Anderson rose and took her skirt off. She was naked underneath and her pussy hair glistened in the sunglow. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide down her arms. The bra followed swiftly and she stood in all her naked glory in front of me silhouetted against the red sky. I reached out and touched her pussy.
“Get undressed if you want to fuck,” she said impatiently. I quickly got undressed and hugged her, caressing her ass.
“Want to take a look?” she asked jokingly and freed herself. She moved around me exaggerating the movements of her ass. The cheeks bounced and rolled, turning me on even more. She laughed throatily.
Miss Anderson stopped and pushed me down to sit on the bench. She got close and pressed her pussy in my face. I started to kiss her belly until she opened her legs and let me kiss her pussy. Suddenly she withdrew but only to push me down to lie on my back. She moved around again with bouncing breasts and ass. She stood at my feet and moved slowly up the bench one leg on each side. My cock stroked through her pussy slit but she went further up until her thighs were straddling my head. She lowered herself and kissed me with her pussy. Her puffy lips was soft and warm and her pussy slightly open.
I grabbed her ass cheeks and started to lick her pussy. She moved slightly back and forth to get my tongue where she wanted it. I just licked upwards and let her decide where to lick and for how long. She was silent except for small grunts when I flicked over her clit. She moved forward to get her ass hole licked. I pointed my tongue and she lowered herself. I pushed my tongue up and down probing her ass hole. She kept her ass hole over me for quite a while before moving to get her clit licked. She switched between her ass and clit and each time pressed herself harder against my tongue.
Suddenly she pressed her pussy hard against my mouth. I flicked her clit which made her shiver. I flicked more and harder until she cried out, her high revealing cry, and shuddered. She sank back and sat on my chest.
“Lovely,” she said panting hard. She pushed herself down my body until my stiff cock got in the way. She wriggled her hips to engulf it along the crack of her ass while she sat on my stomach. She kissed me deeply twisting my tongue.

[Note: Jenny’s story (Punch Line (BDSM section)) should have been called XP07 really. It is intermediate between XP06 and this story.]
We are still at Mr and Mr Prentice’s “literary luncheon”. Jenny’s story has left everyone feeling slightly maudlin. Mr Prentice, wanting to lighten the mood, looked sternly at his transvestite maid, Betty. ‘Come on, Betty. Tell us how you became my slave.’
Like Colin, I answered an ad in the lonely hearts. I had always regarded myself as a masculine man but, in private, I sometimes fantasized about being the passive partner in sex. I would pretend my wife was a man as she went on top. I would open my legs as her vagina gripped my penis, her legs straight, between mine. I would put my arms up around her neck and pull her into a kiss as I imagined her pumping into me, instead of the opposite that was really the case. Of course, we had normal sex too, and I never told her of my fantasy. When she left me – I had been seeing another woman – I discovered that she had left some of her clothes behind. The other girl had chucked me too and in a bored, frustrated moment, I decided to see what it would feel like to wear a dress and high heels. The dress was too tight to zip up but, luckily, my wife had had big feet, the same size as my rather small ones. The image of myself in the mirror in a pretty satin dress and high heels had me wanking myself silly in no time. After a couple more tries, I decided to order an outfit that would fit and sent off for stockings, bra, knickers, a dress, make-up; the lot.
I don’t want to give the impression that I did it a lot, but occasionally the mood would take me and I would dress up and potter about the house at weekends. It always ended in a massive, self-induced orgasm. I fantasized about daring to go out like that but I never did, and knew I never would. Then I saw the ad.
Transvestite, 40s, 5′5″, slim, convincing, WLTM understanding M for f/ship & romance.
Something grabbed my attention. I think it was the ‘convincing’ – something that I definitely wasn’t, even with the wig I had now bought, even with a corset to pull my belly in. No, I wasn’t slim or convincing. What would it be like to meet a real trannie? I would have to fuck her/him of course. But maybe – just maybe – he would return the favour, dress me up and fuck me; let take the passive rôle. I wrote to the box number and enclosed a photograph.
A week later, I had almost forgotten the ad. Then the phone rang.
‘Hallo.’
‘Can I speak to Barry?’ said a voice of ambiguous sexuality.
‘Speaking.’
‘My name’s Sally. You answered my ad in the paper.’
The memory flooded back. ‘Yes,’ I said and paused, waiting for the voice to take the lead. There was silence.
‘Thanks for ringing’ I said, ‘I glad you did’.
‘Could you tell me about yourself, Barry?’
‘Well, yes, of course. I’m about your age, a tad taller than you. Not bad looking, Own teeth, tiny bit of hair loss, and–’
‘Are you gay?’
‘No. I mean, er . . . I suppose I must be bisexual.’
‘Suppose?’
‘Well yes. I usually go with women. What about you?’
‘You have to meet me to find out, Darling.’ The voice definitely sounded feminine now, as if the talker had slid into the rôle gradually.
‘OK. Do you know a good place.’
We arranged to meet in a wine bar that Sally suggested.
‘Oh, one more thing,’ I said. ‘How will I, er, recognize you? Will you be–’
‘Yes, I’ll be wearing a dress – a red one; shortish blond hair, matching red leather bag. Don’t worry, I’ve got your photo.’
She rang off.
I wondered if I could go through with it. If she wasn’t ‘convincing’ it might be terribly embarrassing. But curiosity and arousal got the better of me. On Saturday, I washed and shaved and put a suit on. Better to start off smart, I thought.
I got to the wine bar early and took a bottle of designer lager to a corner table. The place was busy but not crowded. I had a clear view of the door. I was on my second bottle when she walked in and looked around. Blond, tight red dress, matching bag. It had to be her. She was gorgeous; impossible to believe she was really a guy.
She sashayed to my table. I stood. ‘I’m Barry,’ I said, still not one hundred per cent sure.
‘You look like the photo, Barry,’ she said, taking my offered hand and sitting down.
‘You look lovely,’ I said, still incredulous.
‘Thank you, kind Sir. Shall we have a drink or move on?’
‘Oh, sorry; how rude of me. What would you like?’ I stood up again.
‘A glass of the Chablis please, or Sancerre if they haven’t got any.’
I returned to the table with a bottle of slightly overpriced Chablis and two glasses.
‘What do you do?’ she asked.
‘I’m an accountant. Boring, eh? What about you?’
‘I’m a photographer; fashion mostly.’
‘Sounds more interesting than my job at least. Do you get to meet lots of famous people?’
‘Sometimes. But any job has its routine side. It’s not as romantic as most people think. Hard graft sometimes.’
‘Do you – I mean do you always, do you always–’
‘Dress like this? No, Barry, I revert to type during the day. The vamp only comes out at night. I’m not transsexual you know.’ She smiled.
I wondered what the man would look like. Slightly scrawny, emaciated? As a woman she looked good, slender, elegant. Yes, convincing.
‘What’s your – your other name?’
‘For you I’m just Sally, Darling.’
‘Have you eaten?’
‘No, but I’m not hungry. Got to watch my figure. You have something if you want. I’ll just have some nibbles.
I went back to the bar and ordered an open sandwich and a selection of nibbles. Before long we were chatting easily, the ice broken now. I had soon forgotten that Sally wasn’t a girl. When the wine was all gone, she placed her hand on mine and leaned across the table.
‘Shall we do it again?’
‘Yes, I’d like that.’ Suddenly I wanted to kiss her.
‘When?’
I plucked up whatever it is that you pluck up in these circumstances and said ‘Look, can I see you home. We can talk on the way.’
She fluttered her long eyelashes and smiled. ‘How chivalrous. Thank you. We can walk from here. It’s quite close.’
She took my arm as we walked. Her flat was in a serviced block. We stopped outside the main entrance. I pulled her toward me and offered a kiss. I could feel her breasts press against me; false I presumed.
She pecked my cheek. ‘Come in for a coffee.’
My prick twitched in my trousers. Did she mean what most people meant by ‘coffee’?
‘OK.’
We took the lift up to her flat. As soon as she had closed the door, I kissed her. She responded, opening her mouth and pressing against me. Her hand was on my groin, squeezing my erection. She moaned as I writhed at her touch.
‘Will you hurt me with such a big weapon?’ she whispered suggestively.
‘I’ll try not to,’ I said.
‘I want to see him. Come to the bedroom.’
She pulled me after her. I was scared. I had never fucked a man. What would she think of my fumbling attempts?
The sight that greeted me in the bedroom flushed away these thoughts completely. The walls were hung with whips and canes. The iron bedstead was adorned with handcuffs and thick ropes. Sally’s hands all over me, pulling my jacket off, loosening my tie, unzipping my trousers. She sank to her knees and I moaned as her fingers found my hard prick and pulled it free from my pants.
‘God he’s big,’ she said, before taking the glans between her bright red lips.
I gasped as she pulled my foreskin over the ridge of the helmet. Her hand was rubbing and squeezing the shaft as she sucked and licked. It was too fantastic to describe. She knew exactly where to lick, how fast to rub, when to stop and tease and when to resume. She was more skilful than any woman. I was helpless when my body was gripped by those rhythmic contractions. I exploded into her mouth. It felt like the jets of sperm would never stop. I tried in vain to pull out of her mouth as she milked me dry, almost to the point of pain.
Eventually, she released me and stood. Her kiss flooded my mouth with my own sperm. I wanted to expel it but her kiss insisted and her arms held me tight in a surprisingly strong, yes masculine, grip.
‘Swallow it all like a good boy,’ she said in a deeper voice than I had grown accustomed to from her during the evening. ‘Otherwise Mummy will have to punish you.’
‘But–’
‘Shut up and lie on the bed.’
Weakened from my massive orgasm, I didn’t resist as she pushed me down on the bed face down. By the time I realized what she was doing it was too late. She had handcuffed my wrists to the bedhead. She was pulling of my shoes and tugging my clothes from around my ankles. It was her who was going to fuck me! It was what I wanted: to be tied up and raped, helpless.
‘You’ve been a very naughty boy, Barry. Did I say you could come in my mouth? Well did I?’
‘I thought you wanted me to. I’m sorry.’
‘You’re going to be.’
She was tying my ankles with rope. Now she was standing next to the bed holding a braided leather whip.
‘OK,’ I said, ‘joke’s over. Just fuck me.’
The pain seared though me as the whip struck both buttocks. I heard it whistling through the air again and screamed as it struck again – and again, and again. I lost count.
I was crying profusely and begging for mercy by the time she stopped whipping me. My arse felt as if it were on fire.
‘You won’t come without permission, will you, Barry?’
‘No,’ I sobbed, ‘I’m sorry’.
‘Good. I’d hate to have to punish you again.’
She was lying. She got off on this stuff. Why else all the paraphernalia?
‘Are you going to fuck me now?’
‘Would you like that?’
‘I don’t . . . I’m not sure.’
‘Yes you are. You’re a tart. Shall I fuck you with a strap-on dildo?’
‘With your prick if you like.’ What was I saying? My own prick was rock solid again and all I wanted was a man’s cock in me.
‘Don’t be silly, Barry. Girl’s don’t have pricks.’
‘But you’re–’
The slap on my agonised backside cut off the words.
‘Goodnight, Barry.’
She left the room, leaving me sobbing and confused. What game was she playing with me? Why wouldn’t she just get on with it and fuck me? Eventually, I fell asleep, to be woken by the morning light filtering through the blinds.
I was still tied hand and foot. My neck and shoulders ached. My prick was engorged. Morning glory or arousal? Both!
I could hear no sounds and was surprised when the door opened without warning. A thin man came in. He had cropped hair and strappy muscles. He was naked. His penis jutted out from a flat stomach. It didn’t look very big. The only thing ‘wrong’ was the pectorals. Not a man’s muscles but large, soft, feminine breasts. It was Sally. I had felt them last night. They were real!
‘Good morning, Barry.’ He was untying my ankles.
‘Hallo. Sally?’
‘I’m Sebastian. Do you need to pee before I fuck you?’
‘Yes.’ I waited for him to unlock the handcuffs. I thought I would go home then.
‘Kneel up,’ he said.
As I complied, he held a pot under me and grasped my erection, pointing it down.
‘Hurry up.’
I let a stream of warm piss out. When I was finished, he started to wank me but then stopped and took the pot out of the room. I heard a toilet flush. Then he was back, kneeling between my legs and reaching round for my dick; rubbing it; pulling back the foreskin. I moaned.
He let go and I felt his finger circling my anal opening. I gasped again as the finger pushed into me. It hurt. ‘Ouch’ I said as it pushed in further.
‘Hold still, bitch.’
He was greasing my bottom with something cold. Two fingers thrust in now. I winced at the painful intrusion. Now his hands were pulling my bottom cheeks apart. I felt his warm member push against my hole. I tried to relax and suddenly it was in. Involuntarily, I clenched and expelled it. The slap surprised me.
‘Do that again and I’ll have to beat you.’
I remembered the whipping, suddenly conscious of how sore and aching my bum was. I tried desperately to relax and open myself for him. This time he thrust in all the way and I screamed. He stayed still for a moment and I started to enjoy the sensation of being so utterly stuffed – filled up. As he started to thrust, I slipped comfortably into my old fantasy. I was the woman and he was having his way with me. My only duty was to give him pleasure – to make him happy, to have him come inside me.
Suddenly his pace increased. I loved it as his stomach slapped against my cunt and his hard prick swelled inside me. I felt the jets of spunk flood me. I cried out. I came. Jets of my own come spattered the sheet under me.
‘God!’ I cried out. ‘Oh God!’
He pulled out of me with a plop and I collapsed in my own warm, wet mess. ‘What have you done to me?’ I asked. ‘What have you done to me?’
He unlocked my cuffs and I rolled over, wanting to be kissed and held. But I was to be disappointed. His prick had wilted and grown smaller.
‘Sally will go berserk if she sees what you’ve done on her sheets. She’ll punish you for sure. You’d better wash them and change the bed. Clean sheets are in the dresser over there and the washing machine’s in the kitchen. Bye now.’
I struggled to my feet. My body ached all over. There was no sign of my cloths. There was no sign of Sebastian in the flat. Two doors were locked. Suddenly I had a vision of Sally walking through the front door and dragging me to the bedroom, tying me up again and whipping me cruelly. I stripped the bed and started the wash cycle. There was a note on the kitchen table.
     Barry,
     I’ll be back at twelve. Make sure that all the washing up is done and the place is clean and tidy. Then you can take me to lunch.
     Love, Sally
Bloody cheek, I thought. But then I remembered her whip and set about cleaning her flat. It was immaculate when she appeared in the kitchen, coming up silently behind me and pinching my sore bottom. I squealed and turned round. She looked radiant. She had a dark blue business suit on with dark stockings and very high navy courts.
‘Where are my clothes?’ I asked, feeling very vulnerable.
‘In the second bedroom.’
I found them in one of the rooms that had been locked. I dressed, wishing now that I had taken the chance to shower.
Sally took me back to the same wine bar for lunch. She had a light salad and I took the roast. While I ate, she excused herself and disappeared. I assumed she had gone to the loo but she was away for ages. I had finished eating by the time she returned, smiling and more beautiful than ever.
‘Have you paid?’
‘Not yet. Where did you go?’
‘Come on let’s go. You can pay at the bar.’
She stood up.
‘Where are we going?’ I asked as we walked out into the sunbright street.
‘Your place of course, Darling.’
‘But–’
‘No buts. Look there’s a cab.’ She put out her arm. ‘Just tell the driver the address.’
She obviously didn’t do the tube.
In the cab she said ‘Did Sebastian fuck your arse this morning?’ Her voice was loud enough for the cabbie to overhear and I blushed.
‘Well?’ she said, impatient.
‘Yes,’ I whispered.
‘And did you like it?’
I decided that keeping up the charade would humour her. She was Sebastian, but we would pretend she was only Sally.
‘Yes,’ I muttered.
‘Would you like him to do it again?’
‘I don’t know. It was the first time that I–’
‘The first time that you’ve been buggered up the arse by a man. You were a virgin, Barry?’
‘Yes,’ I blushed, ashamed.
The driver looked me strangely as I paid him. We crossed the pavement to my front door. It was only then that I realized that my keys were not in my pocket. Sally observed me frantically searching my pockets.
‘Silly me,’ she said, ‘you’re looking for these’.
She took my keys from her handbag and gave them to me. I opened the door and ushered her in.
‘Tea?’ I offered.
‘Yes please. I’ll look round whilst you make it.’
This would have to stop. Who did she think she was? Nevertheless, I put the kettle on and made the tea while she opened cupboards and inspected every room. She came back holding a black bra.
‘Is this your girlfriend’s? I take a very dim view of men who two-time me Barry. She keeps a whole wardrobe here, doesn’t she.’
She looked genuinely upset, almost at the point of tears.
‘No. I haven’t got a girlfriend. They’re . . . they’re mine. You of all people must understand. Sometimes I . . . sometimes I dress up. It’s sexy.’
‘I see. Show me. Wait. Do you know how to put make-up on?’
‘Yes.’
‘Do you know your measurements?’
‘Yes.’
‘Write them down. Here, this envelope will do.’
I scribbled down my vital statistics: chest 38, waist 32, B cup, everything that I had learnt about measuring myself for female attire.
‘Have you got a wig?’
‘Yes.’
‘Good. Go and shave and let me meet my new sister.’
I grabbed the bra and ran upstairs, somehow delighted to be able to share my secret with someone else for the first time. I showered and shaved and put on my make-up as well as I knew how, being careful to let my mascara dry before blinking. I chose green eye shadow and pillarbox red lipstick. The bra matched some frilly black knickers. I tucked my suspenders under these and rolled on some sheer black stockings, hoping the hairs wouldn’t show through. My dress was blue. Shiny polyester, cut on the cross and high at the neck. Pulling on my wig and throwing its long, artificial strands back over my head, I looked in the mirror. I’d do. I teetered downstairs on my heels and presented myself for inspection.
‘You look like a tart in that lipstick,’ said Sally with a sneer. Then she smiled. ‘Come here, girl.’
Gingerly, I crossed to where she sat, sipping her tea at the table, looking at me with eyes that might devour me whole.
‘You’re a wicked little whore, but what’s your name, girl?’
‘Barry’ I said instinctively.
She stood and slapped my face. ‘Liar! Barry’s a boy’s name. What’s your real name?’
‘Er – I–’
‘It’s Betty, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, Betty. I’m Betty.’
‘And how did you become a whore, Betty? Where did you go to school?’
‘Monks Lane Grammar.’
‘Was it a mixed school?’
‘No, all boys.’
She slapped me again. ‘Lying again, girl?’
I got the point. She wanted me to make up an entire life history; play the game.
‘Sorry. It was really Stanfort High, a mixed school. I lost my virginity in the science lab with a sixth former. I made him give me money afterwards – every time he wanted it. I went with all his friends for money too.’
‘And you’ve been a whore ever since?’
‘Yes, Ma’am.’ I bowed my head, ashamed of my past.
‘Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?’
‘Yes, Ma’am.’
‘And what do dirty little whores deserve, Betty?’
‘Deserve, Ma’am?’
‘Deserve.’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Yes you do. Get over my knee.’
She sat and pulled me over her lap. I didn’t resist. I knew what was coming. I deserved it. I let her lift my skirt.
‘What pretty knickers,’ she said as the first painful smacks landed. ‘You can’t keep them on, you know.’
She pulled my knickers down and resumed the spanking. It wasn’t as bad as the whip but it hurt and I was soon begging for mercy. It didn’t do me any good and the smacks got harder. I started to cry now. As my bottom got warmer, my prick got harder. I forgot she was a man. I wanted to fuck her: stick my prick into her cunt and spunk in it. I struggled in her firm grip, trying to achieve this absurd aim. It was no good. She was too strong. At the end of the spanking, I collapsed on the floor at her feet, sobbing bitterly with the pain – and the shame.
‘Betty, you’re a disgrace. Your make-up is awful. You dress like a tart and you’re fat. From now on, you will go on a diet. No beer, no junk food. Every night you will wear make-up. Practice makes perfect. I will send you some better make-up and clothes. In two weeks, I will take you out. I want to be proud of you. Understand?’

The billowing of the sheer drapes, in the pre-dawn breeze, awakened me. As I sat up in the bed, I looked at the sleeping form of Jeanne. She was lovely. I got out of bed and padded across the room to close the French doors and draw the heavy velvet drapes. I looked over the small balcony towards the moon dappled sea in the distance below my suite in this luxury hotel on the Cote d’Azur.
As I returned to my bed, I thought about my life and the events which had brought me to this time, this place and to this exquisite creature, Jeanne.
I leaned against my pillows and began to think back. Jeanne was lying on her side with her back to me. We had enjoyed a too short night of delicious love making. Jeanne stirred in her sleep as I touched her warm, smooth hip and lost myself in memories.
I grew up on a small farm in the American Midwest. I had three brothers and two sisters. I was a middle child. As soon each of us was old enough, we helped with the chores. It began with helping feed the chickens and helping set the dining room table for dinner. As we grew older, we helped Dad with the field work and Mom with the myriad of jobs involving the home and family.
All of us, including the girls, drove the tractors, milked the cows, shoveled manure, and did all of the jobs a farm hand had to do. We helped Mom with the cooking, cleaning, washing, and canning and all the jobs a farm wife and Mother must do.
One day, Mom and I were doing some cleaning in the attic. There was a large suitcase under the eaves. I asked Mom what it contained. She said it was nothing. Just some old clothes of hers.
I pulled the suitcase over under a window and opened it. It was packed full of women’s skirts, blouses, stockings, suits, under things and a pair or two of shoes. Mom said those were some of the things she had when she met Dad. She had gone to two years of business school and was working as a secretary. Dad was in college. They dated, fell in love, married, and returned to Dad’s family farm. Mom said the suit she wore when they got married was in the suitcase.
When I had some quiet time, I would return to the attic and look at the clothes in the suitcase. They were mostly quality, tailored suits of linen or wool. Mom liked silk. There were silk blouses, panties, stockings, a negligee, scarves, etc. The silk felt so good against my skin. I think my love of fine clothing began with these things in Mom’s suitcase.
It wasn’t all work as we grew up. We kids, and the kids from the neighboring farms, would go off together to skinny dip in the local swimming hole and fish in the creek. We sneaked cigarettes behind a barn and, as we got older, we learned more about both sexes. In high school it was classes, ball games, dances, and movies and petting in the back seat of a car. Occasionally, there was sexual exploration with boyfriends - and girlfriends.
I went away to college - a State University, actually. Again, in addition to the classes there were all the social activities. I dated. I had many friends, both male and female. I found that thoughts about a handsome classmate or a comely coed would give my sex a tingle. I graduated with a major in Computer Science and a minor in Business Administration.
I have always had a love for nice clothing. Even in high school, I bought small things, which I could afford, to wear under my school clothes - a lacy camisole or a pair of silk panties, for example. In college, I was able to buy things like blouses, slacks, skirts and shoes. When I was in my dorm room, I liked to wear nothing but a silk slip or a pair of satin panties and a dressing gown.
For my job interviews, I followed Mom’s advice and bought a nice business suit. I was hired by a telecommunications company and I moved away from home to a large western city. I got my first apartment and car.
The work was interesting and fast paced. I soon learned the pecking order in the office where I worked. All of the younger employees, especially we new ones, hung out together after work - bar hopping, dinners, movies, etc. I didn’t date much. I spent much of my free time, and money, shopping for clothes.
Our office had a female executive who sort of scared us “newbies” when we first started. Her name was Francis Wilson. She was Ms. Wilson, but we nicknamed her, “Sarge.” She seemed to take an interest in me. I was regularly tapped to work late and to come in on weekends. I was warned to be careful. Some of the girls in the office said she was a “lez” and had made passes at them.
In the evenings, Sarge and I might grab a quick hamburger together before we went our separate ways. On the weekends, we might have a late lunch and a drink together. And that was all.
I accompanied her and several male executives to a meeting in San Francisco. During the course of the meeting, and over after work drinks, a couple of the men made passes at me. One of them went so far, while we were alone in an elevator, as to put his arms around me and tell me that he wanted to eat my sex while I sucked his cock! I avoided him after that!
Sarge asked me to go shopping with her after the meetings ended for the day. She didn’t want to be alone on the city streets after dark. We had a lot of fun. We tried on clothes and shoes. We ate dinner and had drinks. We got tipsy and giggled. She asked me to call her Fran.
One night we returned to Fran’s hotel room. I had purchased a silk teddy, a chemise, a couple of camisoles and a pair of tap pants. Fran had purchased a silk dressing gown. She suggest we model our purchases. She started to undress. I turned to go into the bathroom, when she said that I should undress with her.
Fran undressed completely before putting on her new gown and a pair of high heeled slippers. She was beautiful. She was probably in her mid-forties, but she didn’t show it. Here was a woman who loved herself and took care of herself. She was trim. Her butt was firm. Her high, proud breasts were almost bullet shaped and firm. And luscious. Her sex was hidden behind a triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair.
First, I tried on a camisole and the tap pants. Fran whirled around me as she looked me up and down. She opened and closed her gown and flashed her body unashamedly. I changed into the teddy. It was silk and lacy and I loved it. Fran looked at me. She said I looked exquisite and so little girl like.
She pulled me close to her. She opened her gown, hugged me to her nude body and wrapped both of us in her gown. She reached down and unsnapped the crotch of my teddy. She placed her hand on my sex.
That night, literally at Fran’s knee, I learned the joy and pleasure and satisfaction of pleasuring a woman orally and in helping to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. In turn, I was pleasured sexually and enjoyed multiple orgasms.
After the business meeting, there was the usual office gossip. I worked hard and Fran never gave me any favors when it came to work. As a matter of fact, there was a “newbie” who got tapped for the after work and weekend jobs. I didn’t mind. I went back to school to start on an MBA. I eventually applied for another position with the company and moved to an east coast city.
I stopped at home on my way across the country. My parents were semi-retired and enjoying some traveling and a less strenuous life style. One of my brother’s and a sister were running the farm. Everyone else had moved away to other jobs and to start families.
I helped with chores. It was good to get into jeans and work clothes and to get away from the business world. One evening, after a long day of loading, hauling and stacking hay bales, my sister suggested we go skinny dipping. We were sweaty and filthy with dirt, dust and hay particles. We looked at each other and ran, laughing, to the swimming hole.
It wasn’t as nearly as far as I remembered as a kid. We hurriedly stripped off, before we chickened out, I think, and leaped into the cool water. After splashing about and cooling off, we got out of the water and sat, in the sun, on some logs on the bank.
It had been years since I had seen any of my siblings without their clothes. Both of them had brown arms and faces from working out of doors. Their hair was sun bleached. And both of their bodies showed the effects, and benefits, of their physical labor around the farm. They didn’t need to go to a gym to workout.
I had never thought of them in a sexual context before, but Bud had a nice thick cock and good sized balls dangling between his legs. My sex tingled as I visualized a woman writhing in pleasure beneath him as he fucked her and as he fed his meat into the mouth of a homosexual man kneeling in front of him.
I looked as Sis. Her breasts were bigger than mine. My sex tingled more as I visualized her sitting astride a man and riding up and down on his hard cock after he had eaten her sex and as she and another woman pleasured each other.
I almost gasped out loud as I visualized myself eating Sis’ sex and sucking Bud’s cock. When I snapped out of my fantasy, they were both looking at me quizzically. Sis asked what I had been thinking as I looked like I was in another world. I told them that I had been thinking back to when all of us were kids and had skinny dipped here together. We got dressed and walked back to the farm house for supper and evening chores.
The next morning, I continued on my trip to my new job. I settled in quickly after finding a place to live. At work, I did my job and avoided the entanglements and rivalries often found in this high tech, high pressure work environment.
I took advantage of the educational opportunities at my new location and returned to school to finish the MBA. I eventually earned a dual MBA in Information Security and International Business. I also was making enough money that I could indulge my taste for fine clothing. I almost had an orgasm the first time I bought a pair of hand made Italian shoes.
After I completed my studies, I was recruited, discreetly, by a multi-national firm for a position in London. I took a chance and accepted the offer. I learned later that in addition to my work experience and MBA, my poise and taste in clothes had impressed the recruiter’s wife, and she influenced his decision to offer me the job.
I worked hard in London, but I took advantage of the easy access to the fashion world in London and Paris. I couldn’t afford haute couture, but I could afford almost everything else. One thing that I really enjoyed was dressing like Hepburn in blouses with big sleeves and bows and in slacks with wide full legs that swirled when you walked.
The first year in London, when I wasn’t working or buying clothes in Paris, I was taking short weekend and holiday trips throughout Great Britain. One of the perks of the job was four weeks vacation. I decided to visit the south of France. I researched hotels, venues, etc. and settled upon Le Club as a base for my vacation on the Cote d’Azur.
I booked my stay for a month in the fall, after the high season. The days and the sea would still be warm for swimming and the crowds of tourists would be gone. I decided to travel by rail from London. I spent many happy hours sorting and packing the very best and most feminine of all my clothes.
I left London on the Eurostar for Paris. The trip through the Channel Tunnel and on to Paris was fast and enjoyable. I transferred to the famous French bullet train for the remainder of the trip. I had a cabin in a sleeper car so it was a very enjoyable and relaxing trip. At the station, I engaged a taxi to drive me to Le Club.
The driver was helpful and respectful. I was dressed in a tailored linen skirt and jacket with a silk blouse, silk stockings and hand made low heeled pumps. The way one dresses certainly influences the way one is treated.
At the hotel, the bellman were efficient and deferential. The Concierge was most efficient and I was soon checked in to my suite. As I was leaving the desk, I saw this exquisite creature across the lobby. Our eyes met. I decided that I must meet her soon. The Bellman escorted me to my suite. I tipped him liberally after he placed my many bags in the room and gave me a tour of the suite and its amenities.
I undressed and put on a camisole and tap pants while I unpacked and put my clothes away in the closet and chests. I took a nap before showering and dressing for cocktails and dinner.
After showering, I stood in front of a full length mirror and looked at myself. I followed Fran’s example and took care of myself. I had a good looking body. My breasts are small, too small I think, but my legs are slim, my belly is flat and my butt is firm. I don’t have a peaches-and-cream complexion, but my skin is as white as milk. I keep my auburn hair in an easy to care for style. My pubic hair is trimmed in a small neat triangle with the lower apex pointing down to my sex, which is otherwise shaved smooth and bare. My deep blue eyes are my best feature, I think, with long, natural eyelashes.
I dressed, for cocktails and dinner, in one of my Hepburn outfits. The cocktail hour was quiet and gentile. I didn’t see the exquisite creature from the lobby, but I introduced myself to and chatted with several nice people. There were a few couples but almost everyone seemed to be traveling alone.
Dinner was delicious. Afterwards, I got a small glass of wine and walked out onto the terrace. The exquisite creature was across the terrace, standing by the railing. I slowly worked my way around the terrace to a point near her. She was looking out towards the sea. I commented that it was a lovely view. She replied that is was indeed lovely. She had a deep smoky voice. I looked at her. Our eyes met and we both smiled. She was shorter than me. Her hair was in a short pixie style and she was dressed in a style similar to mine. We chatted for a bit and I asked her if she would like to join me in a drink.
We went into the night club of the terrace. A small orchestra was playing and a few couples were dancing. We ordered our drinks and sipped them as we made small talk. She asked me if I would like to dance. It isn’t unusual to see women dance together in Europe. I said I would like that.
As we danced, I commented that I liked her perfume. Her back was soft against my hand and her hand felt good on my back. As the music ended, she stood up on her toes and kissed me lightly on the lips. We finished our drinks and I said I had a busy day planned for tomorrow. She said she did too. We walked back into the hotel together. As we were waiting for the elevator, I introduced myself. Her name was Jeanne and she said she was from Liege. When we were riding up in the elevator, I asked if she would like to have dinner with me the next night. She said yes. We kissed goodnight as the elevator stopped at her floor.
The next morning, I ordered a room service breakfast. I had a full day planned for the spa and for beauty treatments. In the spa, I began with a shower then a body wash by an attendant. This was followed by a rinse in the shower and then a soak in a hot pool and a restful pause while cocooned in a wrap of warm towels.
This was followed by getting my legs waxed. Then it was a mud body wrap and a facial. Another shower and wash , followed by a massage. I relaxed further as my hair was washed and styled. A manicurist gave me an excellent manicure and pedicure. I had a wonderful time. When I wasn’t being washed or massaged, or being fussed over otherwise, I wore only a towel as did all of the other clients. The staff was very discrete and deferential. I’m sure I over tipped them outrageously.
I returned to my suite. I stripped and looked at myself in the mirror. My smooth skin just glowed. My hair and nails were perfect. I put on a pair of satin panties, pored myself a glass of wine, opened the French doors and stepped onto the balcony. I was topless. There were several yachts anchored offshore. Some small boats were plying between the shore and the yachts. The afternoon air was warm and fragrant.
On the adjoining balcony, a young thing was lying on her stomach. She was wearing a string bikini. She heard me step onto the balcony. She rolled over and sat up. She might as well been nude. Her string bikini emphasized her lovely breasts and sex. We chatted a minute. My sex was tingling, but I quickly thought of Jeanne.
A nude couple were on the balcony on the other side of my suite. They were apparently waiting for the sun to move around so they could sunbathe. They waved at me. I waved back. They were a trim, fit looking couple. I stepped back into my suite.
As I dressed for dinner with Jeanne, I put a drop of perfume between my breasts and on my little triangular patch of pubic hair. After applying my makeup, I dressed in a garter belt, silk hose, and silk panties. I don’t like to wear a bra so I put on a lacy camisole. Over that, I wore a nice feminine blouse and a long skirt that would swirl when I danced. My shoes were a pair of low heeled pumps that were custom made in London.
I met Jeanne in the hotel lobby. She was dressed in a similar style. It was frightening how we evidently thought alike, had the same tastes and were drawn to each other. She was beautiful and I knew I was going to have a lovely evening.
We sat at a small table in the cocktail lounge, sipped our drinks and chatted. Jeanne also grew up on a very small farm in Belgium. She was able to go to University and now she was working in Paris. She had visited New York and San Francisco so we compared memories as we chatted about our favorite things to do and see. Like me, she loved shopping and buying and wearing fine clothing.
A quartette was playing, so we danced. During dinner, which was exquisite and most delicious, we chatted some more. I placed my hand on Jeanne’s at one point. She touched my leg with hers under the table. We shared a dessert and more wine.
The quartette had moved onto the terrace. Cocktail tables had been set up and a small dance floor had been laid over the stone surface of the terrace. We had some more wine and danced. As we danced, we held each other closer. I asked Jeanne if she would like to come to my suite with me. She breathed a yes in her smoky voice and my sex tingled.
Neither of us could wait. We kissed in the elevator ride up and when we closed the suite doors behind us, we immediately embraced and kissed passionately. Our tongues were touching as Jeanne stroked my face. I broke the kiss and breathed that I wanted to make love with her. I held her face between my hands and kissed her eyelids and lips.
Jeanne unbuttoned my blouse and slipped a hand under my camisole. My nipple hardened as she touched it with her finger tips. I shrugged off my blouse and stepped out of my shoes. I unbuttoned her blouse and reached under it, unfastened her strapless bra and dropped it on the floor.
Her breasts were framed by her open blouse. I leaned down and sucked a pretty little nipple between my lips. I loved feeling it harden as I tickled it with the tip of my tongue. I unfastened Jeanne’s skirt. I dropped to my knees in front of her as I pushed her skirt down to her ankles. She stepped out of it as I nuzzled my cheek against her panty clad sex. I licked the front of her panties and kissed her belly. My sex was getting moist.
Jeanne helped me to my feet. We kissed as she unfastened my skirt. She knelt as she pushed my skirt down. She kissed my sex through my panties, then she pulled my panties down and rubbed her face against my sex. She planted a kiss on my little pubic triangle and said how she liked my smooth bare sex. She continued to kiss and lick my sex as she unfastened my stockings and garter belt.
I stepped out of the remainder of my under things. I was clad only in my earrings as I pushed Jeanne back onto the carpet. I finished undressing her and after I removed her last piece of clothing, I ran my tongue up the length of her leg from ankle to sex. I kissed and nuzzled her sex as we moved around so Jeanne could reach my sex.

It was four months until the end of my senior year, and I had struggled all year to keep my moderate grade average up. I really loved all my teachers, but one made me furious. Mr. Davis was always writing comments on my exams about how I should know this, correcting all my spelling errors with bright red ink on my essays, and he would make comments to me while handing back my test like, “You need to study Miss McCall.” No matter how hard I tried, I could never be good enough. I needed to pull this grade up if I had any chance of getting into the college of my choice. I was set to take the SAT’s in a couple of weeks, and my stress levels were to the max. I really needed to do something extreme.
I decided that I needed to approach Mr. Davis, and see if he’d work with me to help pull my grades up. Maybe he could even give me some extra credit assignments, or better yet, help me in the areas where I was weakest after school. I entered the chemistry lab, and found him leaned over his desk grading our latest pop quizzes. I know I’m going to bomb on that one, cause I spent the better part of last night studying for my history exam this morning, instead.
“Mr. Davis, can I have a moment of your time please?” He was startled as I spoke, and when he looked up at me, he was almost shocked to see me there.
“Oh, Miss McCall, I didn’t hear you come in. Sure, what can I do for you?” He motioned with his hand to have a seat in one of the student desk in front of him, but I ignored it and walked right up to stand in front of him.
“Mr. Davis, I have been struggling with my grades in this class. I have A’s in all of my other classes, but I can’t seem to get my grade above a C in yours. I really need to pull my grade up if I have any hopes of getting in a great college, and I’m asking if you’ll help me. I can do extra assignments, or if you’ll help tutor me after school, I’d really appreciate it. Please, Mr. Davis? I’ll do anything.” I sat down on the corner of his desk, and I could see he was uncomfortable having me so close to him.
“Mr. Davis, I promise not to waste your time. I’ll even help straighten the classroom, and put lab equipment away in return for your time. Please?”
He leaned back in his chair, and seemed to consider the idea. I stood back up, and straighten my skirt. Looking in his eyes for any signs of hope. I could hear the audible sign escape his lips, and he lean forward again picking up a piece of paper and pen.
He started writing down something, and said, “This is my phone number, and the address to my workshop in town. I sometimes do classes during the summer, or on weekends for college students.” He handed me the paper, “If for some reason you can’t show up for our sessions, call me and save me a drive across town. Come back here after school tomorrow and help me pick up, and I’ll meet you there at 5:30.” He turned back toward the quizzes on his desk, dismissing me. I was too excited to just leave quietly as he had hoped. I let out a yelp, and grabbed him around the neck, and gave him a quick hug, and spontaneously gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, before I skipped out of the room. If I had bothered to turn around, I would have caught his flush face, and his eyes watching my skirt fly up and down as I was skipping out of the room. I was wearing a thong that day, so I’m sure he got a good look at my shapely buns.
My math class seemed to take forever the next day. I looked up at the clock again, 2:45. Will this day never end? I told my mom that I was going to the library after school to study with a group of friends because I knew she have a hissy fit if I told her I’d be alone with one of my teachers. I had to pull this grade up, and I couldn’t allow her to step in and ruin my future, and technically speaking, I was studying. The bell finally rang, and I gathered my books up, and ran to my locker. I grabbed my chemistry book, and headed toward the science lab. He was sitting right where I had left him in fifth period. Did the man ever get out from behind his desk?
He looked up as I entered this time, and immediately motion me to pick books up off the desk. “Start with those, and then gather up the beakers from the lab tables, and wash them out at the sink. Make sure you pour the liquids out carefully into the water stream at the sink like I taught you.”
I nodded, and sat my things down, and went to work. The silence in the room was comforting after all the noise my fellow students made leaving school that Friday. After I had stacked the books on the bookshelf, I gathered up three of the beakers in my arms and make my way toward the sink. He saw me coming towards the sink with all three, and jumped up to stop me.
“Don’t you know anything! Only handle one at a time please! These beakers hold chemicals that could burn holes into your skin.”
He reached over and grabbed two of them, accidentally brushing his hand against my breast. He froze when he did, and then clearing his throat, he turned to sit the beakers easily onto the countertop near the sink. When he turned back to me, he could see the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
“Please, just be careful,” he said in frustration. He turned back toward his desk and sat down, and grunted as he scooted his chair back under it. He didn’t look at me again.
I quickly wiped my eyes, and went back to work on the beakers taking my time pouring the liquids out into the cool water spilling into the sink. Once I had finished the last of them, I grabbed a wet wash cloth from behind the sink and wiped down the tables. Today I wore my fitted jeans, and a tank top with a bra built in. As I leaned over the tables I could see my cleavage showing more and more, and my tank top had risen up so that my belly button was exposed. Since my hands were soaking wet from the wash cloth, I couldn’t straighten my shirt without getting it wet. I walked toward the sink to rinse it out, and stopped when I notice Mr. Davis starring at my chest. Something fluttered in my tummy, and for the first time ever, I could feel myself getting wet.
I was an average looking girl, and because I spent so much time studying, I never had time for a boyfriend. I promised myself that I would go to college before I let boys become a diversion. This feeling was overwhelming, and I was kind of flattered, and even confused that my teacher would look at me that way. He didn’t say a word as he watch me walk over to sink and rinse the cloth out and fold it neatly next to the sink. I grabbed a paper towel, and wiped my hands off.
“I’m done Mr. Davis, is there anything else you need me to do?” I asked, as I was turning back around.
He was packing up briefcase, and he didn’t even bother to look up when he said, “No, that will be all. I’ll see you tonight.”
I straighten my shirt and walked over to where my things sat. I gathered my book and my knapsack, and headed out the door without looking back. I can’t believe I not only let him feel my breast, but gave him a broads eye view of my cleavage, and belly. This was Mr. Davis for god sake, and I’m acting like a little Lolita.
I walked into the old building that was Mr. Davis’s workshop right at 5:28. I knew he was there, because his Ford Bronco was parked outside. I stopped on the way, to pick up something to eat, and tried to calm down after acting so badly this afternoon. He probably thinks I’m such a idiot. I found him standing at the window of one of his rooms facing me. There wasn’t a desk in this room, just a long table and some chairs.
“Hi again!” I said smiling, hoping to ease some of the tension.
“Hi M.J., come on in and have a seat.” He motion toward the table, and walked over quickly to pulled a chair out for me. We sat side by side, and he pulled a folder out of his briefcase. “I figured we’d start with some formula conversions, since on your last pop quiz you missed about every one.” I groaned because he had noticed.
“I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I set up the equation, and somewhere down the line I mess it up.” He put the paper in front of me, and we work diligently through the problems. I was surprised that he was so patient with me. I finally sat back satisfied that I had finally figured it out.
He grinned over at me, “See? It’s not that hard once you get the hang of it. We’ll work on quantum theories now. He reached back over into his briefcase, and pulled out another folder. My mouth went dry as I watch the muscles in his back ripple as he moved.
“Do you work out Mr. Davis?” Where the hell did that question come from?
He turned back to me with a question in his eyes, “Yeah, when I get the time. I play tennis mostly. Why do you ask?”
I couldn’t help myself. I reached over and ran my hand down his back. “I just noticed how in shape you are for your…uh, age.”
I could hear him suck in his breath as my hand traveled down his spine. “You really shouldn’t do things like that, or say THINGS like that to me M.J.” He stood up, and backed away. “Maybe, we better save this for tomorrow. It’s 8:00 now. You better go home.”
He reached over and picked up the folders, and crammed them into his briefcase. “Why don’t we meet here tomorrow at the same time? Your parents won’t care if you’re here right?”
I stood up, and pulled my car keys from my pocket and lied. “Oh no, I live with my mom, and she knows I need to pull my grade up. She won’t care. I’ll be here tomorrow.” I blush slightly, “I’m really sorry Mr. Davis, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just really nervous I guess, and I tend to say things out of place.”
He looked me in the eyes to see whether or not I was telling the truth, and nodded, “It’s okay M.J. Just remember I’m still your teacher, and I’m just here to help you with your grade.” I blushed, and turned and started for the door.
“Wait! I’ll walk you to your car. This isn’t the best neighborhood, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He ran up beside me, and we quietly walked out. I waited for him to lock the doors, and he walked me over to my car. “Drive safely,” he said as he closed my car door. He stood there and watch me drive off.
That night my dreams were filled with thoughts of Mr. Davis, doing things to me that I so desperately wanted him to do. I laid there in bed touching myself, making my pussy hot and wet. I wanted him.
I got up the next morning feeling slightly faint. I made myself cum so many times, I barely had enough energy to stand. I ate a hearty breakfast, and went about doing my household choirs. Five o’clock couldn’t come soon enough. I showered and changed into my pink plaid short skirt, and put on a buttoned-up white blouse. It looked really cute on me, and I had pink flats to go with it. I fluffed up my hair, so that my curls tumbled down my back. I told mom bye, and drove into town. He’s car was already there as usual. I doubt he was ever late for anything. I walked into the classroom, and on the long table sat several beakers, and test tubes. Five dark bottles of liquids and powders sat on the end. I guess we are doing an experiment today. I always loved doing those. I grin ear to ear as he walk through the door behind me. He was wearing khaki shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt. His hair was cut shorter, and was spiked up.
“You look more like a beach bum, than a chemistry teacher Mr. Davis.”
He laughed, “Do you like it? I had it cut today.”
I pretended to survey him with my finger against my lip.
“Hum, well let me see.” I walked around him, taking in the nice shapely butt he sported. As I faced him again, he was wearing a look of amusement. “Oh, yeah! You’re hot!” I said with all seriousness.
He laughed and turned me around to face the table he had set up. “Today Miss McCall, we will be doing a little experiment that will be mentioned on my final exam. You were absent that day, so you’ll need to do it.” I was very surprised he remembered this, and grateful that he was taking the time to allow me to perform it. He walked me through it, and I was ecstatic when the results turned out right for a change. My lab partner tended to bundle up our experiments goofing off.
“I can’t believed it worked. Finally, something I did right! Thanks Mr. Davis, I owe you.”
He nodded, “You’re welcome, M.J.”
We gathered up the material to put away, and I carried the beaker of solution over to the sink. I must have tripped, cause the next thing I knew, I had the solution all over my shirt. Mr. Davis didn’t hesitate. Before I knew what was happening, my shirt, bra, and skirt were off of me, and he had me standing in the emergency shower with cold water running down my near naked body. His hands rubbing all over my neck, breast, and stomach trying to get the solution off of me. I could feel a slight sting on my skin even against the cold water. When finally he was satisfied that the reaction was over, he turned the shower off and looked me in the eyes.
“Are you all right? Does it hurt?”
I shook my head, “It stings a little, but it’s better now.” I could feel my nipples hardened. I’m normally really shy, and by this time, I would have crossed my arms over my erect nipples, but I stood there with my arms at my side starring up at him. He glance down, and notice my perky nipples. I could see his clothes were also wet from the spray, and his Hawaiian shirt was plastered against his chest, outlining the muscles that I had guessed were under there.
Without thinking, I reached over and touch him. “Your shirts all wet. I’m so sorry Mr. Davis.”
He didn’t speak, he just stepped back and search the room for something to dry us off with. He spotted some in one of the cabinets, and walked over and grabbed a few. They were too small to wrap around me, but he took several, and began to dry me off. He started with my neck, and worked his way down. He kneeled down onto one knee and rubbed my legs dry, then slowly moved up. His head was level with my underwear, and when he glanced up, I could see the fire burning in them.
“You better take these off.”
When I just stood there in stun silence, he reached over and pulled them down for me. I stepped out of them as they fell around my feet, but still made no further movement to cover myself, or say anything. I just continued to look down at him. He didn’t move either. He was still on his knees in front of me, just staring at what makes me a woman. He looked back up at me, and let out a groan. He must have saw the lust in my eyes, because I felt his hands around my waist pulling me closer to him. His face brushed against my belly, and his breath warmed me.
“Tell me to stop. God please, M.J., tell me to stop.” My only answer was to run my fingers through his newly cut hair.
His breath quicken, and I felt the tiniest kisses on my belly. They slowly traveled downward, and I could feel my own heartbeat coming out of my chest. My hands tighten around his head as his breath touched the heart of me. When I felt the tip of his tongue taste me, I gasped and reacted by spreading my legs apart. He quickly took the opportunity to close his whole mouth onto me, drawing my clit into his mouth. I could barely stand from the shivers that was racking my body. I felt his fingers spread my lips apart, and his tongue gliding down my slit, and then deep inside of me.
“Oh god, you taste so good. I’ve been wanting to do this since you walked into my classroom yesterday afternoon.”
He felt my knees start to buckle, and he stood up and caught me. He carried me to an empty table, and sat me down on the edge. He wrapped his large hands around my head and tilted it back. He whispered, my name before he leaned down and kissed me. He tasted and teased my lips with his tongue, I gasped as he pulled me closer slipping his tongue into my mouth. I reach around and grabbed his head, pulling him closer still. My breast rubbed against his wet shirt and a chill ran down my spine. I reached up and undid his shirt one button at a time. When I had them all undone, I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and pressed my breast up against him. He groaned loudly, and bent his head down to take one of the pink nipples into his mouth. He nipped and sucked, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled his head back up and closed my lips over his. I could feel his fingers probing my pussy. He spread the lips apart, and slid one of his fingers up inside of me.
“Oh god, you’re so wet, so ready for me.”
My fingers went to his shorts, and made quick work at the button and zipper. I pulled both shorts and boxers off with one jerk. He stood erect and hard before me. I had seen pictures of penis’s in my biology book, but never had I imagine something would look so beautiful to me. I circled my hand around him, and he jerked in response. I held on, and lowered my head to him. I wanted to see what he taste like. My lips closed around his member, and he hands gripped my shoulder.
“M.J! Oh, god yes!” I sucked him all the way into my mouth, and slid my tongue around him, then pulled back and did it again. I could feel it quivering in my mouth, and a salty flavor teasing my tongue. He jerked back from me, and I could hear him breathing hard.
“I’m not ready to cum yet. Lie back.” I looked up into his flush face, and laid back against the cold table.
He dropped to his knees once more and took my clit into his mouth. I wiggled, and squirmed until I could feel an explosion inside of me.
“Oh my!” I gasped.
My body rocked against his lips, and when the shudder had past, he was standing once more over me. I felt him lift my legs, and I wrapped them around his waist as he scooted me back against him. I felt the head of his penis between my pussy’s lips, and it slowly slipped barely inside, and then back out again.
“Have you ever done this before?” He asked harshly. His eyes met mine, and I shook my head unable to say anything. “God, M.J. I wish I could stop, but I’m too far gone now. I have to have you.”
He eased in further, drawing a gasp from me. I could feel him pressing against the membrane of my virginity. He stopped there, and just held himself still trying to get control. He lean over and touch my breast. He pinched my nipples and rubbed them until they were hard again. I couldn’t tolerate the pressure, so I lifted my hips slightly. I could feel the membrane give way, and he groaned as he immediately slid further in.
“Oh god!” He pulled back, and slid in again, going even deeper. “You’re so tight! Am I hurting you?”
I moaned, “No. Oh please, I need…I need.” I couldn’t get it out, he felt so damn good.
I lifted my hips to meet each thrust, but it was difficult with him holding my legs. I slid myself down a little, and braced my feet against the edge of the table. I propelled my hips up even higher, and I felt him slide all the way in. He quickly pulled back, and pushed back in. His balls were bouncing on my ass, spanking me as he began pumping into me. I felt him growing inside me, and I tighten my muscle around him.
He cried out, “I’m going to cum, baby! Come with me!”
He pushed in one last time and stay there deep inside of me. I let out a scream of joy, as I felt a second explosion erupt inside of me. He gru